Don’t you hate getting that scratchy feeling in the back of your throat when you are in a business meeting/class/movie/wherever. The room is totally silent and something important is being said, and you know what’s coming. It’s only a matter of time before an onslaught of coughing cuts from your face through the room and annoys everyone. So you sit hunkered down, turning red, eyes watering, maybe an involuntary spasm or two as you try to choke back your body’s natural reaction. But if you resist you only make it worse. We’ve all been there.

When you do comics on a regular basis, and you get by on six dollars a comic strip, sometimes you just have to draw something outrageously stupid. This is one of those times for me. Most of my favorite memories of doing comics are the ones where I get to draw impossibly wild faces and expressions. Also, I don’t normally mention when I think something is wrong with the comic in hopes that nobody will notice if I don’t say anything, but I have to apologize for the roughness of this comic. It was rushed, but also my usual pens just totally ran out of ink despite being relatively new still. Annoyed at how frequently my Microns fail me, I switched to a different brand of inking pens that I used for the first time on this comic. Not that I’m a masterful inker or anything, but these new pens and I are still in the “getting to know you” phase of our relationship so the next few might look like I inked them while fighting the shakes from a 50-hour caffeine bender.